to him to find out where Sara and Jamie were, he answered in surly fashion that Alice could "search him."
It was Laurie who supplied this information. She supplied it in a high and angry tone.
"Will you step this way, Mis' Marcey, and rout me out them two from underneath my bed, and me wanting to dress for mass an' late an' all. An' not a foot will they budge, an' Sara saying 'Oo-oo-oo' in a tone that would bring goose flesh on you. She keeps on like a daft one saying to me, 'Git out, ye Brewsters!' an' thin Jamie he says 'Oo-oo-oo' like a banshee."
As Alice entered Laurie's room "Oo-oo-oo" came in Sara's voice, making what was known to her as a "ghost noise."
"Here's another, Jamie! Oo-oo-oo!" Then, as her mother peered under the bed, "Oh," said Sara in her natural voice. "Sweet Mother! I thought you was some one else."
"What are you doing underneath that bed, getting your white dress all dirty and you, Jamie, with your clean Sunday clothes and white socks? Come right out from there. What are you doing?" she demanded as they emerged, crumpled and flushed, and with marks of dust upon them that proclaimed to Alice that Laurie was not as thorough as one would have liked to have believed her. To her impatient question they chirped in chorus:
"Brewstering!"
"Stop it!" commanded Alice. "It's a very silly thing to do. I wish you'd go out and play in the sunshine."
They trotted off together and Alice heard them making ghost noises as they went, their imaginations still captivated by the Brewster menace.
The older Marceys went out to inspect their garden, and again a Sabbath peace seemed to brood. But Alice
